Gay Erotic Stories

I said goodbye to Paul who was now a relaxed and happy man. He would probably head home and screw his girlfriend. I always felt proud that my clients trusted me and appreciated the private, man to man massage treatments. I certainly met quite a variety of men through my work. One of the more unusual ones was due next. Mike was referred to me by one of my gym regulars. He's not a bodybuilder but weighs at least 205 and works construction. He always has aches and pains somewhere on his thick, tight 5'7" frame and the deep-tissue manipulation relieves those sore muscles. What a surprise on his first visit to find out that he is outrageously ticklish. Touching him caused shakes, giggles, gasps of breath, and his limbs would jerk forcefully. Not the kind of stress-relieving massage he needed. This time would be different. This time I would hold down Mike's big arms and legs with some of the professional, police restraints I owned. As I fastened the cuffs to his wrists, he seemed nervous perhaps thinking of his co-workers if they could see him like this. His back side did not seem as ticklish as his front and while he did sweat, grunt and strain some, I was able to work on his tight glutes, back and shoulders very successfully. After 45 minutes, I released his bonds and asked him to rest and turn over.. I left him and upon returning attached the restraints once again. This time I faced his front -- his more ticklish side. I admired his thick, heavily muscled physique with its 19 inch neck. His penis, too, looked thick and short with the benefit of round, high-riding gonads and a forest of pubic hair. I told him to relax and that I would stop if he asked me to. I began with his legs and worked my way up to his crotch. He did twitch and make sounds but it was not until I was rubbing his lats and pecs that he began to really test my restraining devices. He kept up a loud, deep groaning and strained so hard that the veins in his thick neck stood out while his biceps were popping before my eyes. Also standing out was his fat prick with its mushroom emerging from the foreskin. It truly was the size of a plum and nearly the same colour. I continued the business of massaging his upper body, working the tight shoulders again and the bull-size neck. It would not be right for me to take advantage of his bondage and play with his rampant sexual organs. However, Mike had his own ideas. "Jerk me ! Make me shoot ! Do me !" He was desperate to have his testicles drained. I had to admit that they looked very tight, swollen, and even bloated. Possibly they hurt him. Possibly he had not fucked his wife in a day or two and had not enjoyed any relief. I poured a bit of oil into my hand and gently rubbed his nuts. His groans increased. Then, bending over his chest I began to chew on one of his small, hard nipples. Suddenly his strong body began to shake violently, his chest heaved like a bellows and sweat poured off him. I could smell his rank armpits from my nipple-chewing position. He began bucking and straining and then ....ejaculating with enormous force. Sperm flew across his face and chest as he roared to the ceiling. It took some minutes for him to recover and for me to clean him up. It was, he told me, the first time he had ever shot without his tool being touched in any way. He seemed really proud of this accomplishment. "Mike, you're a stud !" I told him. See you next time !